Remorse Of The Dead Lyrics

And when the stoneWeighing down your breastAnd your thighs once suppleThrough scant concernStills your heartFrom it's desiring questFastens your feetFrom the reckless run

The grave, which sharesMy eternal dreamFor the poet the grave always understandsDuring long nightsWhen sleep is far awayWill ask: what do you gainYou dumb whoreNot to have known what the dead cry for?And, like remorse,At your flesh worms will gnaw